“Perhaps Love”

“And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do, the memory of love will see you through”
Perhaps Love : John Denver

I’ve spent this past few days reconnecting to my “people” for want of a better term.

I half hoped for them to be somewhat prepared to give me something incredibly insightful on which I could grow. The first night was not quite what I expected as I was woken to someone shaking my shoulder and expressing ( far too loudly I might add) “Thanks for checking back in!!” In my half conscious state my response was something to the effect of “You didn’t seriously just wake me up for that?” before I rolled away and drifted back to sleep. However, I woke feeling good knowing that at least they were still talking to me given that I hadn’t even attempted to “pencil” them into my schedule this last uhhh…well, that’s beside the point.

So last night as I closed my eyes I thanked them for still being here and asked for something bigger, something better for which to break up my night. If you must waken me provoke me to want to think.

I woke to one simple request. No shoulder shaking, no fanfare, just the words…

“Let’s talk about what love really is”

I sat up and snort laughed a little. Calmly resisted the urge to smother the snoring someone beside me. That’s love right? And then got up to pee. Sitting there in the bathroom at 4 am staring at the toilet paper roll that someone put on upside down…and thought…this is love. Not freaking out because its rolling from bottom and not the top. If you love me you’ll put the paper on the right way.

This was gonna be a walk in the park.

I got this. Pffft.

Climbed back under the sheet and turned over. And heard a giggle. Followed by…

“You think so do ya?”

I rolled my eyes, stretched my legs out and sighed…

“I do this for a living. I know so”

Plus I watched Titanic last night. Jack froze to death for Rose even though they could clearly both fit on whatever that was she was floating on. Hell, they could have fit four people on there arranged properly. That’s love. It’s stupid love but it’s love. Right?

God I’m funny.

I woke at 7 am. Grabbed the first of my six bowls of coffee and flipped open the laptop. I stared at it for two hours before I found myself wandering google looking for everyone else’s idea of love. By now, on my fourth bowl of caffeine I am agitated and growing frustrated by the second.

“It’s a feeling, it’s a touch, it’s a puppy, a new baby, an awakening, new shoes, a hug, a kind word, an ear that listens, a heart that shares. It’s flowers and chocolates, small unexpected gifts”. Sigh. Love is exactly what we’ve been taught to believe it is.

As I sat here staring into the eyes of the puppy that just chewed up my phone ( but I love him cause he’s a puppy of course) I was prompted by the voice once again…

“You’ve just proved point one, that we accept what you have been led to believe as love. So now focus on what love is not”

Oh for the love of all things holy. This wasn’t supposed to take up half my day.

“Are you uncomfortable asking yourself what love is not?”

Mic drop.

Hold on. I’ll need another coffee for this part. Is Baileys too much you think? Too early in the day?

“It’s five o’clock somewhere”

Got it.

What love is not:

“Love is not looking for what love looks like”

Well that was simple.

But what does that mean?

We’ve learned that love must come with something palpable. That love must be felt in someway, be proven somehow, in order for that love to exist. How can we ever truly understand love if we spend our lives trying to both discover how we can show it or have it shown to us?

In believing that love must be shown, we take away from the very fundamental fact that we are love. As sweet at is is to receive small tokens, some trinket and as sour the emotion of jealously to determine its depth…I have to ask you…

Why?

Why do we consistently have to prove ourselves or seek out proof of something we should inherently know to be true.

And again…..the simple answer is….

Because we can see.

The problem here is that we were given eyes to see. Its unfortunate.

“Show me you love me”

“I’ll believe it when I see it”

“You don’t see me”

“I don’t see why”

“Roses are red”

“Show me you love me”

“Look at me”

We are inherently visual. What a shame.

Even as we move toward the transition that is known as death we are urged to look for the light.

“You’ll see a bright light”

In the case of near death experience

“I saw a bright light and then felt an overwhelming love”

Uh huh.

False. Completely and irrevocably false.

You cannot find the light until you stand in the dark first.

You do not know love until you don’t see from where it is coming.

There is a space between our lives. A stop over point so to say. This is the place that I go to find your loved ones. The same place I go to find my “people”. For me, it is the most incredible place I have ever not seen. It is darker than the dark that occurs when you close your eyes. It is darker than the moment your anesthetic drops you and leaves you to the mercy of that for which you cannot control. It is darker than blindness. It holds no space for imagination, for creativity, for any thought of how it should look. It has no “look” at all. It is the point of which you have no choice but to release the need to see to believe. It is the point of where you understand that love has nothing to do with proof but only to do with trust.

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it”

John 1:15

Yes, I just quoted the bible. Hold me up. I think I’ve had too many Baileys…

The light will come. But it is only in knowing that it exists that it will shine. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean its not there.

For you, I go in, I collect the love that is there and only then can I move forward to light where they can show me the memories that you need, the gifts that they gave you, the flowers that you miss. Because it’s not enough for me to say “They love you, they simply love you” no….

You need proof. You need the color of the flowers….

It’s ok…. I get this…

I have eyes too…

We’re all human after all.

A message from Spirit:

“I know not your race yet I love you. I know not your scripture yet I love you. I know not your intention for me yet I love you. I know not your worth yet I love you. I know not your intelligence yet I love you. I know not your journey yet I love you. I know not who you are yet I love you. I know not your judgements nor your prejudice yet I love you. Here together in this place where we can only trust I trust you because you stand in this space with me and trust me also, in that we find no choice. In that we have only love”

It would be an incredible gift should the world go dark for a week. Only there would we know love.

Only there would we know peace.

Until we remember…..until we arrive….

“And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do, the memory of love will see you through”

Very interesting! I never thought of that; it is true ultimate trust to feel things without seeing. It’s almost like being like a baby being born. They really know nothing. How does that go again? I meant to ask you speaking of “your people”, did my Mom come back after our session and continue her questions for you! lol! As you remember she sat on the side of your chair asking you how all this worked! and you redirected her to talk to me. You said she would come back later to you!

Wow, pardon the expression but so “enlightening.” As I move through the journey of finding myself, my true authentic self; I have come to the conclusion that I took love for granted. Only in the heart-breaking, soul-breaking loss of my dear daughter did I truly get the concept of love. I share non of your brilliance, yet it makes sense in the place that I search inside, guarded now…..and with that innocence comes the rebirth of trust, one baby step at a time. Thank you Tania for bringing the light and the dark to us. xoxo